Malla Sahitya || june || Meenakshi Goswami

|| Malla Sahitya ||  Meenakshi Goswami

A ROMANCE INCURABLE

Are we to finally kill our thirst ?

Why are you blocking the fountain of love?

While I stand resolute in my belief

that the well is not yet dry.

Through joy and happiness our love began

The little drops became a stream

and the stream a river..

We cried, we laughed

We cuddled, we fought..

There were times 

When we didn't feel like 

seeing each other,

But in the end it really didn't matter,

Because we knew that 

The stream of love continued to

flow silent and deep.

When anger starts,

To seep in through our hearts,

We speak volumes

We rave and rant

with blames and accusations 

That might have torn us apart..

So with the passage of time

We cared not to look eye to eye

for they we’re filled with 

Too much dishonesty,

Too much lie,

And perhaps too much pride

With no trust and no respect..

And then we wonder 

Where is the love that we created 

knowingly or unknowingly ?

Are we supposed to succumb

to our numbness

and dumbness ?

With no sense of why we are drifting apart

Through non-existent differences ? 

Sad to know that all have come down to nothing else,

But just hatred

and loathing that is as real as the love

that kept us together...

I, so lost amidst contradictions

can't find a place to begin

once again and mend the leaks.

But if you think you know the truth 

and you know the way

And your mind is at peace,

Am glad for you because I perhaps 

Am a victim of cynicism 

while you are stable and invulnerable..

Hope one day our love resurfaces once again

and once again the streams 

Flow in spate

while for now we move on hand in hand 

perhaps like two long lost Friends

in our reunion.